A firm but gentle touch was felt on her wrists and it was all she could do not to lean back into him. His hands were warm and she knew he had recently fed. When they moved to her waist, she gave into the temptation, biting back a soft whimper as her back met his taut stomach. He slid his arm around her small waist, pulling her in even tighter as he used his other hand to sweep the hair from her shoulder, baring her neck. When she felt his canines gently, very gently rake across her skin, she shuddered deeply, a soft cry full of need rushing past her lips. She'd wanted him so badly, for so long that even that was exquisite torture.
Micheal leaned over her, inhaling the scent that was uniquely hers. All silver and gold, moonlight and spring rain with a hint of jasmine. A scent he'd recognize anywhere, even in a city of several hundred thousand. He fought the urge to drink from her; it’s not what he was here for. Not this time.
He could feel her small body quiver against his, her suppressed need for him only serving to fuel his own for her. There was no more denying it. With a flick of his wrist he untied the knot at her waist and the silk robe slithered down her body to pool at her feet in a puddle of iridescent colours, giving Micheal a view of curves her every day clothing only hinted at. Though her frame was compact and well toned from training and fighting, there was nothing sleek about her. She was all dips and curves, the kind a man could loose himself in if he chose to leisurely explore them.
He pulled her back against him, the soft fabric of his suit against sensitive bare skin sending a delicious shiver skating down her spine. While he nuzzled the curve of her shoulder, he slid his hands up her sides, splayed fingers brushing the underside of her breasts. When she whimpered in response, her rounded ass instinctively pressing against him, he had to take a deep breath and remind himself to go slow. Tonight, he was giving her what she wanted, what he wanted, but he knew it would never happen again and he wanted to savor it.
Strong fingers teased pert rosy nipples to life and it was all Kendra could do to stay on her feet, her knees almost giving out as pleasure bolted through her body. One of Micheal’s arms snaked around her waist again, holding her up against him and she thought she felt him smile against her neck. But he wouldn’t have, Micheal didn’t smile. Then again, neither did he usually make love to her. Perhaps he did smile.
Kendra turned in the circle of his arms and reached for his hands, bringing them up to her lips. She placed a small kiss in the palm of first one, then the other, marveling at how broad they were, fingers long and strong. Hands that she’d seen covered in blood, turned into claws and used as weapons. Hands that had killed. For a hundred different reasons, but also for her. He had never raised them in violence against her, not even to shake reason into her. In fact, he had rarely touched her, doing so only when necessary; to heal her, to support her, to carry her to bed when she’d fallen asleep where she wasn’t supposed to. In those moments, his touch had always been gentle, as gentle as it was now when he brushed those fingers across her cheeks and cupped her face, strong fingers sliding behind her neck, thumbs gently tilting her chin up to lift her face to his. With that simplest of touches Micheal felt her pulse quicken, blood pounding in her veins. Blood really did make noise if you listened close enough. A crescent of long dark lashes rested against golden cheeks flecked with a dusting of barely there freckles, full lips parted and the tip of a pink tongue wetted them, sending a bolt of desire through him intensified by the fact that it was not a calculated move meant to entice him. No, it was pure Kendra. She was simply instinctively and impulsively reacting to him.
Small hands curled around his wrists, not in an attempt to pull them away but rather to make sure he stayed where he was. He watched her, fascinated by the parade of emotions as they played over her features. Stark yearning, hunger, pleasure and pain. For him. From him. Because of him. All of it was there for Micheal to see, Kendra had never had much of a poker face, especially not around him. Not for a lack of trying though. It wasn’t his fault he could read her like one of his ancient tomes even with his eyes closed.
Sooty lashes swept upward and dark eyes flecked with violet gazed up at him, mirroring everything he had seen on her face and more. A strange smile pulled at the corner of his mouth and the pad of his thumb ran over a pouty bottom lip before he lowered his head to finally kiss her. The moment his lips touched hers, Kendra’s lashes lowered again and she held on for dear life as her world went topsy turvy, threatening to keep her off kilter for the rest of her days. Micheal’s senses reeled as well, dear god she tasted good, sweeter than he thought she would.
His vow to take his time forgotten, he gripped her waist and lifted her off the floor, his kiss changing into one more demanding. He swallowed another of her whimpers, his lips fitting over hers as he took brutal possession of her mouth in a promise of what was to come, a glimpse of how completely he would take her.
Kendra’s slender legs wrapped around his waist, hands leaving his wrists to grip his shoulders, giving no quarter as she claimed him with fevered kisses of her own. Micheal pressed her against the wall by the window with such force that the bookcase rattled, the tinkle of fragile and precious things filling the air.
They were frantic now, Micheal eager to cleave into the moist heat he could feel through his clothing, Kendra desperate to part with the last thing she had left to give him. She tugged at his tie, tossing it aside, deft fingers making quick work of the buttons on his vest and shirt, she pushed the fabric off his broad shoulders and slid her hands down his chest, long nails lightly scoring pale skin before digging into his ribs in a silent please to hurry up. A hiss of breath rushed past his lips, not from pain but from surprise at how she had made the flames of hunger burn even brighter with that demanding touch, flames licking at every corner of his mind, every hard inch of his body.
His belt and trousers finally undone, Micheal reached for her hands and gripped them in one of his, pulling her arms up over her head and pinning them to the wall, making her back arch slightly, upturning her breasts invitingly. Certain that she was firmly wedged between the wall and his body, he raised his free hand to her neck, carefully wrapping his hand around her throat with just enough gentle pressure to make sure she couldn’t turn her head away. She didn’t fight it, she didn’t question it, if anything it made the liquid heat coursing through her veins burn hotter. He didn’t need to tell her what he wanted, Kendra raised dark eyes to his. She remembers thinking how the lock of displaced hair spilling across his forehead gave him a boyish look before he buried himself into her in one quick thrust. Twin cries rang out.